The Weathermen Part 3

[happy_never_after]

Part 3

We woke to ozone. The smell of clean sheets, sunlight, fresh air. What little clothes we still had on during our interlude was blown from us by the bolt of lightning. Rain sliced the skies. Our bodies tingled together, nerves flashed like sparklers. It was uncanny. I could feel him-- all of him, like he was inside me, and I was inside him. Our minds linked. And there were others. Words. So many of them all speaking, jumbled together all at once. Different languages, dialects, all inside our heads-- Jack and I were eavesdroppers on a transcontinental party line. 

But one voice above all others: Jack's voice. In my head.

I knew we'd been hit. I expected to be roasted, expected to be dead; instead I'd never felt more alive. 

I felt pure-- or should I say, we felt pure since for some reason I could sense him as part of me. I looked down into those fire-blue eyes-- yes, weren't the hottest suns blue? He was one of those suns; he'd consumed me, or maybe we'd consumed each other. 

We could hear the world speaking around us as the wind whipped around like some holy maelstrom. The wind was cold, but I wasn't: my core was hot-- or our core. He was shocked like me. What was happening to us now was beyond all reason or logical comprehension. We both understood that tonight changed us. Forever. 

Seemed only moments ago I stood on 47th Street staring up at the towering transducers above-- my first thought was that I was experiencing some kind of déjà vu, but I knew what it was now. Destiny. That moment on the sidewalk I smelled those positive-charged ions in the air. Yes, destiny called me. And when I'd seen Jack standing in the newsroom? Hot lust. Fiery desire. And an electrical connection. 

Yes, my life was over-- at least the one I once knew. He knew it too. As we haltingly pulled ourselves apart, Jack blinked. "Who... what are we now?" he asked although he knew I had no answer. As I shook my head, sparks flew.

"We can't leave like this," he said, my hands sliding down his bare chest. He was right. We were naked, wet and charged, with electrical current. 

"I suppose a hospital visit would be a wise choice--" I said.

"But who said we were ever wise?" Jack continued for me. We both smirked.

We walked to the edge of the building together. Held hands as we looked down at the parking lot below. "There's my car," I pointed.

Jack nodded. And then we jumped.

TBC

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